Music Out an old six-stick shift, dark blue F-150 in good condition Out a hundred and nineteen thousand miles, only five on the new transmission It's got leather seats, a sunroof, it's sittin' on thirty-threes It runs smooth, it'll get you from A to B, but not for me Cause every time I turn that key, I see her Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road, just drivin' around with no place to go Singing along to where the green grass grows, hands out the window floatin' on the breeze She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror, that pretty little thing made it hard to steer I'm never gonna get her out of there, there's too many memories Now there's a for-sale sign in the window, yeah, cause if I'm gonna let her go I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go, so It's 7500 Odeon Back bumper's got a dent from her backin' into a mailbox first time she drove it Couldn't even be mad with her lookin' like that, told her hell, you can hardly even notice It's got nights with her I can't forget, kissin' on the tailgate of the truck bed I wish I didn't have to get rid of it But every time I turn that key I see Her shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road, just drivin' around with no place to go Singing along to where the green grass grows, hands out the window floatin' on the breeze She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror, that pretty little thing made it hard to steer I'm never gonna get her out of there, there's too many memories Now there's a percentile sign in the window, yeah, cause if I'm gonna let her go I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go, so It's 7500 Odeon It's got leather seats, a sunroof, and sittin' on 33's It runs smooth, it'll get you from A to B, but not from me Cause every time I turn that key I see Her shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road, just drivin' around with no place to go Singing along to where the green grass grows, hands out the window floatin' on the breeze She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror, that pretty little thing made it hard to steer I'm never gonna get her out of there, there's too many memories Now there's a percentile sign in the window, yeah, cause if I'm gonna let her go I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go, so It's 7500 Odeon It's 7500 Odeon It's 7500 Odeon